Everything Will Be Alright

It's a dark room when it's formed by your actions

Just never knew where to stand

My mother always told me my mouth would get me in trouble

And so here I am,  using my hands

My words have no leash

They probably should have a harness

It's just way too early for me to have sentience 

I'm just mumbling around throwing apples at the wounds

I could keep going over

And then swimming up and starting anew

But I want to hold on to the scars and knives

See them so I can see with more eyes

How do you unlock the puzzle

You fail again and again

There's no limit to the possibilities of hunger

The doors open at the wind

 

◄ October

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